Reading:
Wearing: a Beauty and the Beast shirt and cut off shorts.
Singing: Stargazing
Craving: rocky road ice cream.
Listening to:
Buying: food. Always.
Laughing about: Daisy watching Friends and trying to navigate the Ross and Rachel dynamic.
Celebrating: Nicky being on his mission for a month (and two days).
Eating: eggs. We had lots of eggs in our fridge, and then we had five dozen eggs delivered mistakenly to our house from Sam's Club. Meanwhile, the chickens keep laying, so the eggs are accumulating rapidly.
Suffering from: a sting in my palm from this fuzzy beast of a thing
Proud of myself for: being caught up on medical bills (but every time I get them paid off, two new ones show up in the mail, and I saw in my email preview of what's being delivered today that there are, indeed, two bills coming).
Missing: texting Amber. I have something to tell her every day, and every time the urge pops into my head, I have to acknowledge that she's gone.
Enjoying: gong to work at 5:00 a.m. I know that sounds crazy, but I love it. I go in really early, work between 4-6 hours, and then get home and take a nap. I hate the nap part, but I have a really hard time leaving my kids home unsupervised, so at least that way I get to work but still be home to break up their stupid fights and make sure they aren't on electronics all day (but they still get way more electronic time than they should).
Sick of: everything being controversial. It's one thing to have politics and religion dividing society, but we're divided by everything from the kind of socks we wear to the vitamins we take. It's stupid.
Hoping: to bottle some green beans this weekend. I need to muster the strength to do the work. I'm always grateful when I do it, but it's just a matter of finding the time and energy.
Wanting: a Maverik hoodie or t-shirt. I love getting drinks from Maverik, and it's one of my preferred destinations for bathroom stops on a road trip. However, the merch doesn't mean as much when I'm off soda, as I have currently been for 32 days. Yes, I keep count. I always keep count. Thirty-two days there has been a hole in my soul that nothing else fills.
Feeling: tired because it's 1:00 p.m. and that's when I crash every day and need to take a nap.
Cooking: biscuits and gravy and scrambled eggs (see "eating" above).
Avoiding: anything to do with cleaning.
Needing: to go pick up my prescriptions. This is something I always procrastinate.
Grateful for: photos. Particularly ones from Mexico Ciry.
